"Like most fraggin' dialects, you glitch!" Cliffjumper huffed sharply and almost snapped an elbow back - he managed to restrain himself, however, "we can't everybody be special little fractals."

The earlier flusteredness blew away into vaguely cranky annoyance, even if it was muted both by the softened friendliness in the air as well as the cold.

"And I dunno. I'm pretty sure nothin' can make the shrieky loudness the mechs from the Sonic Canyon call their 'dialect' sound nice. Not even four million years of speakin' and hearin' only common."

That wasn't particularly generous, really, and something of a personal opinion, but Cliffjumper didn't care. A mech like Siren speaking gave him a fraggin' processor ache.